It's going to rain, but not gonna pour

The weather outside my window i mean. I feel gloomy today. There's nothing really that i can pinpoint to, perhaps it's a multitude of what i'm feeling, which is...actually i'm not tt sure too.

If i were a tree today, i'd be a willow. Not weeping, but gently swaying by the river bank, deep in thought. There's a quietness that wills to be alone, yet comforted by the company of the gentle breeze. I just want to be alone for a while.